“‘Sir, do you need a maid? I can do anything—my daughter is starving.’ I froze when she looked up. My wife had been missing for two years, our baby sleeping in her arms.

from Evelyn to Dr. Mercer before Lena disappeared.

Victor paled.

Then the doors opened.

Dr. Mercer entered with police.

“You said I’d be protected,” he said shakily.

Mother froze.

“I don’t know him,” she snapped.

Mercer laughed bitterly. “You paid me to fake her death.”

Victor stepped back.

I stood.

“Sit down,” Mother ordered.

“No,” I said.

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